L must have been about 4 and J was just a baby when one night I walked into their bedroom and there’s Hubby singing them alphabet.
I panicked. How were our children ever going to say the alphabet if it’s taught to them the wrong way?!
I begged him to stop.
He looked at me and said that I could either enjoy laughing with L or leave the room. L was no help, there he was rolling around and around on his bed belly laughing like no other belly laugh before.
I stood there in the doorway, watching and listening. That was probably the moment that I began to understand that I was not going to be able to teach the boys everything they knew.
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The Men’s Locker Room Lesson
The second lesson, that I can mention in polite society, came when we became members of the Y. We would go during the week, on Hubby’s day off. For the most part, the locker rooms were empty because it was during the week.
I’m reading a book while I waited for them to come out when all of a sudden, J runs up to me and says, “Mommy, Mommy, Daddy snapped me with a towel!”
I was confused because he was giggling about it. I look up at Hubby with this look of, “I will destroy you if you hurt my child.” Then I was perplexed because all three of them were laughing.
“What, um, what exactly…?”
That’s all that came out of my mouth before Hubby declared, “They have to learn the mechanics of The Mens Locker Room sometime. Who better to learn from than their old man?”
The Towel Snap Lesson
It wasn’t until L was playing football that he came home from a practice excited beyond belief. “Mom, Dad, I was the best towel snapper there! The older guys were really impressed!”
I hung my head in shame. Why do boys do that? Then I look up and see my husband and his son chest bumping and high fiving.
I realized that I was witnessing a true male bonding moment.
Can I say that they learned Time Management by carefully studying the layout of the buffet and planning their attack for maximum efficiency?
Is it permissible to include the study of Physics because he taught them that if they flinch they will get hit?
How do I include the lessons about eating cold pizza on a Saturday morning or the joy of taking off one’s socks while watching TV?
Would learning how to belch the alphabet be considered Music Theory?
These are things I need to know!
Thn again, these are lessons that I could not teach the boys. You won’t find this in any parenting manual that I know. It can’t be recorded on any transcript. While it may not help the boys get into college I think it’s safe to say it will help them survive there and in the world at large.
What has your husband, the father of your children, taught your “students” that isn’t on the lesson plan?
How has that, or will one day, help them to cope better in society? I’d love to hear about it!